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Sweets for a Bo-MAN!; In which Chris has ordered enough sweets to make anyone sick
Topic Started: Aug 30 2011, 02:21 PM (1,159 Views)
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A shiver jolted down Anya's spine as creeping shadows snaked through the window, resembling the forms of unsettled spirits. Her mind screamed in panic as those very shadows engulfed the room, and she found herself unconsciously tightening the grip on her scabbard with her shaking hands.

It was not until Giovanni del Arco Baleno himself appeared, that Anya released a very long sigh of relief, relieved to know that the darkness was the result of an ability rather than the incarnation of evils long passed.

Anya recognized the man from past assemblies and photographs as the famed warden of Tartarus. He was an interesting man, to say the least, and his odd personality made her question the validity of the many rumours that floated around him.

"M-Mr. Baleno Sir," she piped in a crack voice, still attempting to recompose herself. "The blame does not belong to Ms. Pennington. As I was not aware that you had set an appointment with Ms. Pennington, it was myself that called on her for assistance and thus am the one responsible for her lack of attendance."

From across the room, she bowed in apology.
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The darkness was the most welcoming sight in the world, and the Warden's voice like music to Christopher's ears. He was saved. Not daring to look at the others, out of fear that his smug smirk would anger them further, Christopher scrambled off the bed, plucking his pastries from the air, and setting them carefully on his desk out of harm's way.

"Thank you, Mr. Baleno," he sputtered quickly, hoping to sound grateful and not the about-time-you-got-here tone that he was thinking in his head. But he didn't bow. No, he would not bow to a fellow Wiseman. Afraid he'd say something stupid or revealing, Christopher snagged a pastry and shoved it into his mouth, letting the wonderful saturated fat and hundreds of carbohydrates calm his nerves.
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Many things seemed to be happening at once, and Angela felt too slow to take them all in. One moment, the door had been slammed in her companions' face, next, she had been handed things that she didn't understand--why was there a mirror? What was going on?

And suddenly the Elite members were gone, and the door was hanging open. Angela felt her heart jump into her throat as she stood at the threshold, knees shaking slightly.

She had always been frightened of Elite members, even though she had been taught they were the city's protectors. And now-why were they attacking him?! He had had every right to not pay the entirety of the bill, she had been late and she had desrved this, hadn't she? Why were they--

Just as Angela stepped past the doorframe, about to defend the boy that had every right to be angry, darkness spread throughout the room. "Ah--" she almost stumbled, caught herself, and could do nothing but watch as the contents in her stomach grew to lead.

She felt ready to fall, ready to run. She desperately wanted to run. Why was all of this happening?! She had messed up and see what had happened. Now the warden of the Tartarus was sitting at the bed, and she was to blame for this as well.

This was all her fault.

It always was.

Swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat, she stepped forward shakily, wringing her fingers nervously and eyes locked on the floor. "I do-- It's my fault, really," the woman said, voice quavering. "I needed h-help to deliver Mr. Collins's order. I should have kn-known."

She was taking responsibility for her actions, right? That was supposed to be a good thing!

So why was she so nauseous? Why did she feel as though she were about to be thrown into the Tartarus itself?
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When Cristopher thanked him, Arco's smiled betrayed nothing to the others present, but the boy would understand the message underneath it.

You owe me one.

The warden sighed, reaching in his pants pocket and pulling out a silver pocket watch, which he opened with a click. He had to go back to Tartarus soon, but instead this little dull diversion was going on. If the boy who Emily was threatning wasn't a fellow Wise Man, he would just have left her there and go keep up with his schedule, but Cristopher wasn't useful to him dead, so there he was. Playing the hero just didn't suit Arco's style. It left a weird taste in the mouth.

"Eighteen minutes and counting, Emily. I'd hurry up if I were you." He looked up from the watch and at his assistant. His childish demeanor dropped for a moment, and the calm and polite tone in Arco's voice had just a small hint of menace. "I don't care whose blame it is, either way my precious time is running out. Perhaps I was wrong in thinking you would take your functions as my assistant seriously? I can always have you transferred..." He dragged off, letting her imagination cook up some horrible position Arco most certainly could get her transferred to.

"Now, you..." The smile returned to Arco's face as he stood up, lightly hitting the end of his cane on the floor while holding the handle with both hands. His gaze fell on Cristopher. "... Since you are partially guilty of me wasting my time, you shall pay the full price to the squeaky delivery girl out there." And then he looked at Anya, sighing. "And you, girl, go get a towel. You're dripping everywhere, ruining the carpet. Isn't that a form of vandalism?"
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Christopher scowled, but said nothing as he pulled the remaining, crumpled bills out of his pocket and tossed them at the delivery girl. He did not actually lack money, as his position provided as much as was required, but it was still a pain having to pay full price for something that was promised at a specific time and then failed to meet his expectations.

Perhaps he'd just have her dragged off to Tartarus for a few hours of wonderful interrogation. That'd serve the girl right.

"Fine, whatever, just get out of my dorm. I have swe--homework to finish and all you kids are giving me a headache." As Christopher said this, he glared at Anya, Angela, and Emily respectively before pulling out his computer chair and plopping into it, flipping open one of the boxes, fingers wiggling with anticipation before plucking one out.

Yes, he did have homework to do, and yes they were giving him a headache, but he really just wanted to devour his hard-earned goodies in private.

That, and he absolutely hated owing anyone anything.
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Emily froze. She did not like the sound of being transferred. "My apologies, sir. Allow me to retrieve my mirror and then I'll be ready to leave." She walked forward and took the hand mirror away from Angela, then turned back to Arco. "Ready when you are, sir." She shot one last glare towards Christopher then stood by the Warden, her eyes low.

She did not enjoy displeasing him, especially since he was her ticket into the Wisemen. And also....he was so far the only person that didn't treat her like a monster or a weapon.
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Anya intercepted Christopher's thrown money, at the same time shooting the boy a frigid stare, her cold eyes burning with the message that she would more than willingly bring him down if he stepped any further out of line. There was only so much disrespect she could tolerate, and her scabbard was screaming to be swung at his head.

She then bowed her head once more towards the warden, this time in gratitude. "Thank you very much for your assistance, Mr. Baleno sir. I am humbly in your debt."

Then turning to Emily, she bowed once more, "You as well, Ms. Pennington."

The redhead turned to Angela, and cheerfully handed her the rest of the payment. "Mission accomplished," she smiled. "Now if I may, Ms. Angela, will you allow me the pleasure of escorting you back to the main halls?"

She turned her head as a small sneeze escaped her nose. She hoped she hadn't caught a cold.
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Angela stood there for a moment, feeling utterly ignored. Doesn't matter she thought furiously, hating the feeling inside her. You're not in trouble, so let it go, okay?

As the hand mirror was taken from her unprepared hands, she blinked at the Elite member for a moment before looking away, down at the lengthy digits with an expression close to that of disdain. She felt the glare that had been directed at her from the desk, felt the self-irritation grow.

Even as her kinder companion handed her the rest of her payment, the feeling did not relent, although Angela forced a smile and nodded her agreement. "That would be very kind of you," she said cheerily, swallowing down her self-hatred and letting it stew in her stomach. "I wouldn't want to be a bother, though."

As she spoke the woman felt herself moving towards the exit as though she were being propelled by something other than her will. Her feet moved on her own accord; her subconcious was screaming for her to get out of there.
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"It's no bother at all, I assure you." Anya said, following Angela out the door.

With Emily and Giovanni taking their leave, Anya did not like the thought of walking back through the boy's dormitories alone, nor did she feel comfortable with being left alone in the room she helped half-destroy.

"Please," she pleaded, a hint of desperation behind her eyes. "I insist."
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Eyes locked onto the ground with self-disdain growing, Angela relented. "Yes, okay." She missed the desperate look, didn't catch the plea behind the insistence. She only walked forward with an aching stomach and a rushing heartbeat.

It took the woman a moment to compose herself for conversation. "I'm... I'm sorry about that, I--it's my fault." Just like always, she added mentally to the statement. "I deserved getting half the payment--really I did. I messed up." Wood bit her lip furiously, trying to remain calm. "I should have known, I should have gotten a school map or something, I shouldn't have bothered you."

It's always my fault. Always. Always always always. The words went on in her mind like a mantra, making her feel worse with each passing moment, making her feel more guilty as she dwelt on the memories of the shadowed room.
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The negativity around Angela circled the air like a thick cloud of poison, making it harder to breathe. Or perhaps it was just Anya's cold starting to win over her immunity system.

"Ms. Angela, you're being much too harsh on yourself. All that blame you're pushing onto yourself will only make you sick-" she broke off for a quick sneeze. "...you succeeded in your delivery, isn't that good enough?"

Before reaching the edge of the staircase, she grabbed Angela by the arm and pulled her to the side, making sure that their eyes made contact.

"Listen, I do not believe I fully understand your situation, but please understand that I was truly grateful when you accepted my service. There may have been some bumps and turns along the way..." Anya paused, looking down at the floor as she mustered the courage to finish. "...But I-- I enjoyed every bit of it!"

"Please!" She exclaimed, bowing like she had never bowed before, "If you ever need assistance with anything-- anything at all, please allow me to provide you with my service! It is never a bother, and I would appreciate it very much!"

Her cheeks flushed with color as she finished, and the sight of her performance had attracted more than a few wandering eyes. But she didn't care; she just remained bowing, waiting for the older woman's response.
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"Well, now that this little diversion is over, we depart." The warden said and, as if in response to his words, the shadows covering the window and lurking around the room suddenly move towards his own shadow as if they were being sucked into it. Soon, the room was once again bathed in the sunlight coming from outside, and whatever objects were floating promptly went back into their proper places like nothing had even happened.

"Come along, Emily, we have work to do~. And to you, boy, a nice day~" Arco exclaimed cheerfully as he made his way out of the room, his cane making a soft thud sound everytime it touched the wooden floor. Thought the smile directed to Cristopher when the warden greeted him was a cheerful one, once again there was that faint hint of sarcasm.

I'll collect my payment soon.

Once Arco and Emily were in the corridor however, the Wise Man quckly stopped and turned around.

"Ah, forgot one thing..." He raised his hand towards the doorway. While his hand was eveloped by a transparent sphere of darkness, the door was enveloped by a dark aura. Soon, the broken door rose up from the floor and stood back in its place, leaning slightly against its broken hinges so it wouldn't fall by itself. "... There~. A small favor for the trouble~." And with this he walked away, expecting Emily to follow.
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Which Emily did, dutifully. The young woman tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, flashed her knife one last time at Christopher, then continued on her way. Though she was willing to leave it for now, this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. He had caused her embarrassment and to be reprimanded by Arco.

The blonde would not forgive or forget, but simply wait for an opportunity to get back at him. She'd wait as long as she needed to, but she would not let this go. Not now, not ever. With that in mind, she continued to follow the Warden of Hell, trailing after him like a shadow.
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The errand-runner allowed the Elite's words to wash over her, barely soaking them in in her self-anger. However, the anger fell behind her as she was pulled to the side suddenly. Blinking at her companion in surprise, her brown eyes met green ones, surprisingly open and warm.

"I don't--" as Anya bowed before her, Angela felt blood rush to her face for a moment--oh, this was rather weird. It was a shock to her that anyone would actually enjoy her company, but to want to be in it again was altogether completely new.

Frowning, Angela studied the back of Ms. Mori's head, eyeing the purple scrunchie in an unreadable expression. Did the Elite member truly mean every word; did someone actually want to be around her, to help her without being bothered by it? Did she actually--did she dare thank it?-- matter to someone--

No, no, that was going too far. This was just someone willing to be her host, that was it, that was all, end of discussion.

Still.

It was nice.

"Yeah, okay," Wood finally muttered, long fingers gripping the receipt still in her possession. "Thank you. And--sorry." She was sorry--she felt embarrassed, as though she had made a big deal over nothing. The negativity was added to just a little bit, quelled only by her longing to please her companion.

"Now, come on, stand up straight. I think you should go to the nurse's room after I get out, if I remember right it's not that far from the dorms." Trying to clear the serious energy of the air, Angela forced a smile at her Elite host and turned to the stairs. "But, really, thanks for the help."

She was grateful for it, really. It was nice and new, and weird, but okay.
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